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I write at night

I write in the evening the verses that at day fell into my heart. Poetry of people who walk the streets, poetry of the sailors and of prostitutes;
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CAMERA FOR THE SOUL

    We photograph ourselves more and more often. We seem to be forever happy, always smiling, holding each other by the shoulders, we portray ourselves in impressive
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HOMEWARDS

Dear friends, dear readers, I just returned from Italy where I found refuge at my favourite Como Lake to write a few new poems and to launch my
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AWAITING

AWAITING In your sleep, At the threshold of your dreams, I wait and gaze silently on your face As the morning star first appears at your window. In
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THE HOUR OF GRACE

THE HOUR OF GRACE I used to think it could be solved this way: like people gathering in the station at midnight for the last bus that will
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